*in the soundtrack of my story,
there exists a lone percussionist...
and he plays to fit
the demands of passing moments.
•••
*to the calm he plays steady.
in uncertainty he hastens.
he matches the ticks of seconds
when all is quiet,
and he thunders
to crescendoes and climaxes.*
•••
in the symphony of my life
there exists a lone percussionist...
and he resides unseen in my chest.*
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 6:08 AM UTC
*in the soundtrack of my story,
there exists a lone percussionist...
and he plays to fit
the demands of passing moments.
•••
*to the calm he plays steady.
in uncertainty he hastens.
he matches the ticks of seconds
when all is quiet,
and he thunders
to crescendoes and climaxes.*
•••
in the symphony of my life
there exists a lone percussionist...
and he resides unseen in my chest.*
